Witch Hunt Synonym Novels & Stories

“Don’t stop, bitch! I press the horn to make her keep walking. The caddie did look tired and was staggering, but that wasn't my fault. It was her fault for betraying me. So she deserved her punishment. And coincidentally, her betrayal was exposed today. The day of the first moon of the month, which meant it was the day Wild Hurricane would hunt. We call this hunting activity The Lunar Hunt. And we call our prey The Fallen. With all of our members being werewolves, we Wild Hurricanes are certainly very happy to hunt. But hunting here does not mean turning into wolves and preying on animals in the forest, but hunting on the streets. The prey is the traitor who betrayed me or destroyed my trust

"Some things we just haven't claimed yet." The weight of implication in those words made my skin crawl. "Speaking of claiming," Zephyr said, his tone deceptively light, "there's a Hunt tomorrow night." I looked at him blankly. "He doesn't know," Raven observed. "How refreshing." "The Hunt," Kaine explained, "is a traditional academy event. The werewolves hunt. The humans run. If you're caught, you belong to whoever catches you for the weekend." My fork clattered to my plate. "What?"

he trailed off I couldn't believe I was talking about the supernatural so easily as if a week ago I hadn't been questioning their existence. I nodded following along, "And hunters?" "Hunters and Finders are more similar. A finder can easily become a hunter and vice-versa" "So what's the difference?" I asked. "Hunters are...” He trailed off his eyes becoming darker, "horrid really, they hunt the supernatural." "Hunt? Like, kill?" I asked suddenly feeling alarmed.

I awoke to sharp knocking on the door. I got out of bed and opened the door. My father stood before me looking distraught. “Father?” “Come quickly,” he demanded starting off down the hallway. I quickly pulled on some pants and grabbed a white tunic throwing it over my head as I ran to catch up. “What’s going on?” Shaun didn’t speak until we were outside and away from the Convent heading to the woods. “There’s been another witch murder, similar to the last, but her insides were removed. Is it something other than hunters? The first was definitely hunters. The other two have been brutal.”

“Though the witches weren’t killed the usual way witch hunters kill.” “What do you mean?” I swallow hard. Is he asking so he’ll know how to kill them later? No. He wouldn’t. I open my eyes and walk through the kitchen and onto the back porch. All three of my familiars come with. “Three witches have been killed thus far. And all three belonged to a coven. Usually, witch hunters seek out the loners, the witches without a circle of protection. If they do go after a coven, they go after the whole thing. Not kill one witch and move on to another state.”

she said and the halls gasped. She'd been throwing around the word court like it held no meaning, but in Dunham, court meant the most trusted allies but it also meant that there were others who couldn't be trusted. “The video was actually real,"she continued, as the crowd murmured. “But unfortunately, I am not a witch, I am just one of those werewolves with an innate ability. One that is not so common in fact. An innate ability rivaling even that of the Demon wolf, “ she stopped talking she created the suspense just as Beatrice had taught her.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

They saw the sanctuary as a potential goldmine, a way to harness the energy within and use it for their own selfish purposes. Unbeknownst to Luna and the inhabitants of the sanctuary, the Echelon Syndicate had dispatched a team of operatives to infiltrate their ranks. These operatives posed as conservationists and researchers, blending seamlessly into the sanctuary's community. Their true intentions remained hidden, their every move calculated to ensure they gained the trust of the wolves and animals.

(Almira’s POV) I stood on the deck of the luxurious cruise ship, watching the frenzied celebration of the wolf packs. The void within me grew deeper. This is the annual Hunt Festival for all werewolves, a highly anticipated event akin to a year-end celebration. This year, it was hosted by the strongest wolf pack in North America. Not only did they provide expensive drinks, but they also gathered werewolves from various packs, greatly increasing our chances of finding mates.